Logan's forehead was covered in a fine, crystal-clear sweat, like dewdrops in the morning sunlight, yet it did little to mask his inner turmoil and helplessness. He groaned inwardly, "Why didn't the elder mention this to me earlier? If I had known the stakes involved, I wouldn't have recklessly used that precious inheritance power. That was my trump card, intended to be revealed only at a critical moment."
Now, with the arrow on the string and no choice but to release, Logan could only grit his teeth and prepare to face the impending Storm. He knew full well that once he took this step, there was no turning back.
